Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

As Sakura and Sai watched the once dead Akatsuki members argue with each other, they wondered if they had really been brought back to life or if she and Sai were in hell because of their murderous shinobi ways.

Deidara: "Arts a blast un! Fleeting! Yeah!" The blonde Stated bluntly waiving his arms around frantically in front of the red head puppet artist. Who just gave him the look a genius gives a dancing monkey idiot.

Sasori: "Art is no a blast un! Art is not fleeting un" Mocked the red head while smirking.

"Art is eternal" stated the Sasori in a matter of fact tone.

"Ugly these chakra restraints are keeping people from killing dickless number one and dickless number two." Sai complained which he'd been doing for the past hour.

Sakura decided to block everything out just so she herself could wonder what art truly was. She thought about Sai and his art, specifically his little book. The art book with drawings of him together with his brother; how in the center of the book a picture of him and his brothers holding hands was drawn. Perhaps that what art truly was something eternal like a memory, something that would still be around after one's own life perished that was art. Then Sakura thought about an orgasm which was art in its own right. A brief moment of an amazing high, a beautiful fleeting moment that is art. Love itself is art how it starts out as a blank canvas just to be filled with colors representing a ray of emotions. Art is fleeting and in some ways eternal. Sakura decided that she'd let the feuding artist in on her epiphany.

"Sasori, Deidara I know what art truly is!" Sakura shouted.

At this both artist stopped their feuding and turned to her, and even Sai shut up with his insults to turn and face the pink haired kunoichi who sat beside him. Sakura took their silence as a hint to go on.

"Deidara, Sasori you both are right art is both fleeting and eternal. Art is like a sweet passionate release beautiful and fleeting, art is love an eternal memory that goes on even when one dies. Art is life how we're born and like wind amongst a candle flame we die. Art is eternal when artist die their art never dies it lives on in the memories of those who were fortunate enough to see it. Your clay Deidara is a beautiful art, so are you puppets Sasori and the memories of their creators will forever be engraved in the shinobi world and a few lucky or not so lucky civilians, and Sai even though you're insulting I you're arts also beautiful."

After that speech Sakura didn't care if the two artists killed each other, or if Sai insulted his way into a coma she just laid her head down on the forest floor using her medical bag as a pillow and feel asleep.

Deidara was blushing madly all he could wonder was "Did she just compare my art to an orgasm yeah?" He asked out loud.

If Sasori could blush he would be, but instead he looked down at the ground and smirked, staring from the ground to the pink haired kunoichi who loved his art.

"She's art yeah. Beautiful art un" Deidara whispered to himself.

Sai just stared at Sakura emotionlessly, as she slept.